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kren
05-07-2007, 10:04 AM
oh wow.. haven't explored these cavernous depths in awhile.. enjoy.

Odyssey

In a midsummer afternoon,
her demons lay still for a moment.
Sitting on top of a green hill,
under a mighty and ancient evergreen,
the old soldier
takes her place in the dirt
to die.

The life is flowing from her chest.
She takes a cigarette from her coat pocket
- indifferent defiance –
reaches down to the molten core and
the blazing sunset on her tired face
evokes droplets of sweat that mix with the blood
pooling on the ground
and
she whispers to the wind,
“I tasted Magic once.”


Her demons are in the sky,
dancing with the angels
in a marriage of heaven and hell,
as the fusion of violet and vermilion
gives birth to starfall.

The wind plays with her hair
, like an older brother,
and carries her off
, like a caring father,
to an island
and asks her to
“see the magic.”
The head of merfolk
pop out of the aquatic depths
and ask her to
“stay awhile.”
But the wind carries her off
to a swamp
and asks her to
“smell the magic.”
And the little imps
maneuver out from hiding
and ask her to
“stay awhile.”
But the wind carries her off
to a withering forest
and asks her to
“hear the magic.”
And the playful elves
skip from their peculiar cottages
and ask her to
“ stay awhile.”

A roar from the deep
is clogged by
tar.
She screams out but the
smoldering cigarette burns a hole
in her soul.
And the blood, and sweat,
and ash
dissolve to
dull the senses
- and white noise –
starlight
floods her vision from the
horizon under
the mighty and ancient evergreen.

And the wind has eloped,
and the merfolk have gone under,
and the imps have sauntered away,
and the elves have gone to sleep,
tired of dancing with knives
on the ground,
zigzagging between toes that
she can no longer recognize
as her own.

In the distance
she can see Jesus
on a Donkey
making his way uphill,
and Odin on an Eagle
and Thor riding Lightning.
Isis and Osiris
On camelback.
And Old Gods.
And New Gods.
Gods of highway and television.
Snake Gods and Computer Gods.
and…

a rocket impregnating the velvet sky,
as it plunges into aerial depths.
They look over Their shoulders,
and chase after them,
and she,
she whispers,
“I tasted Magic once.”


---fin---

Uncle Lar
05-07-2007, 12:00 PM
Quite the poem, Kren!

You have tasted Magic well.

Keep up the good work!

:thumbs_up

Sincerely,

Uncle Lar

vhaney
05-07-2007, 01:26 PM
Wow Kren,
Captivating and vivid imagery of the death dance.

kren
05-11-2007, 09:12 AM
Thank you both for your kind words.

To vhaney: its symbolic, but not much of a death dance. I guess thats your opinion; however, and you should stick with it.

Here's another I wrote awhile back. While the first one has more of a narrative feel to it, I would have to say this is confessional poetry(its raw with love)

Addiction

Needle in the vein,
the icy sterilized steel
sends pulses of apprehension
down the spine..

Don’t trust the artists.
They are high on their dreams.

Don’t trust the philosophers.
They are tripping on their truths.

Don’t trust scientists.
They are addicted to their certainties.

Trust the meek.
They cannot afford your trust.
Like an abused arm marked
with
the tightness of a tourniquet,
they have been neglected.

Don’t trust your government,
It will ask you to.
Trust poets,
because they won’t.

Like junkies,
They find happiness
being snorted in, being ejaculated out of the tip of a needle
into their eyeballs,
being shot into their being,
and it persists,
long enough,
lasting for the briefest of lives.

---fin---

Pendragon
05-11-2007, 11:20 AM
You don't need me to tell you that you can write. You write from the soul as a poet should, making the lines somehow more than words on paper. Wow! http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Smilies/ThumbsUp.gif